Ballerina Botan
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Notes: This drabble series takes place during the upcoming 21st chapter of my multi-chaptered fanfic "Musical Espionage". If you all haven't checked out my other works along with the first 20 chapters of my fic out yet, they're all available to read on , Deviantart, AO3, and on my fanfiction tumblr side blog. Also, this 7 part drabble series if for this year's YuYear event. Be sure to check out the other talented participants' works out too.
Drabble Series Synopsis: Botan reflects on how she was once a great dancer like the rest of her grim reaper coworkers up until an awful incident that destroyed her passion happened to her. Ties in with Musical Espionage.
Chapter 1: Blazing
Botan flew back into the palace and hopped off her oar. Making the wooden instrument disappear, she stretched her arms and her legs happy that her shift had finally come to an end. She walked into the grim reaper break room and clocked out. Feeling someone tap her on the shoulder, Botan turned around and was greeted by her coworker and friend Ayame.
The lovely dark haired ferry girl and Koenma's researcher gave her a sweet smile and asked, "Botan...I don't mean to make you feel awkward or anything but...me and the other girls just want to know, when are you going to come back?"
Botan drew in a deep breath. She looked down at her feet for just a moment and back up at Ayame, "I...don't know Ayame."
Blinking her dark eyes, Ayame just gave her a blank expression, "Why not? Botan we miss you. The Spirit World Opera is not the same without your graceful movements. You were our lead no, star dancer."
Turning her back, Botan just sighed and simply responded, "I just can't." Without saying another word, she then walked off leaving Ayame just to look on in bewilderment. What was she supposed to tell her? It was just too painful for Botan to talk about.
Later that evening, she arrived at the palace dance hall. Approaching the lovely golden colored doors, she could hear music coming from the inside of that room. Opening one door, Botan walked inside and took a seat on the sidelines.
Watching her grim reaper coworkers dance, she sighed. She really missed it. Closing her beautiful pink eyes, Botan began to reminisce about the days of when she still danced. Like the rest of the ferry girls, she was very graceful. Botan was so graceful in fact, she was the best. And being the best, she was once the lead dancer. Putting her head in her hands, she tried her hardest not to cry.
Why did it have to happen? Why her? What did she ever do to deserve to have ballet taken away from her?
~To be Continued